#239. vision kiss

April 21, 2010

the way
to the wisdom of us
is the grey grey view
through the quiet rain
droplets change common space
time splashes into deep puddles
perceptions create a realm
where clarity and mystery
kiss and tell under the overpass

#216. lastly st. louis

March 29, 2010

lastly
i thought
and then
time and its
gentle and cynical
mysteries
with ghosty
neighborhoods
lost virgin loves
a long gone cook’s sandwiches
never eaten again
deeply felt haircuts gifted
by mariannes in storefronts
where piles of groceries
undrunk liquor
in empty bottles
wait out the snowstorm
of cousins young
before their
time
freezes and revisits
its harsh and sentimental
mysteries
lastly
i thought

The truth of the lie of time.

It is not the first breath
That has passed
Not a tide but a swell.

It is not the last breath
That is tomorrow
Mystery solved without choice.

It is the breath breathing now
That is meaning enough
Or not.

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